Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.